[Intro: Lil B]
Silent President
I ain't happy about nothin'
Real talk, man, you see a lot of these rappers glorifying the hood, you feel me? I ain't never going to glorify the negative, man. I tell you like that, man. I cosign myself, you feel me? You ain't never gonna see me:
"Hey, I'm selling dope!"
"Hey, I shot about thirty people!"
"Hey, I'm in the game and I'm happy about it!"
Fuck that shit, man
[Verse 1]
Pullin' stangz was the neighborhood thing
I went a little farther cause you know I'm from the water
Mirror glorifying, I'm speaking for tomorrow
This is Young Beezy B, I do it with ease
I'm off top like a barber shop, giving them faves
I did it no cover, I take that to the grave
I take a lot of pain; I do a lot of good
Help a lot of humans, I do what I should
Never would've could, I just push through the freeway
A lot of homies on the rock and I ain't talking 'bout [?]
They telling all the homies "die, die with the choppas"
The ones who the hitmans, the ones with no fathers
This is what the mother's cry sounded like
They at the funeral sitting next to killers
With time, they laying low, plotting on the next lick
In the hood, I'm subjected to [?], damn
Silent President
I ain't happy about nothin'
Real talk, man, you see a lot of these rappers glorifying the hood, you feel me? I ain't never going to glorify the negative, man. I tell you like that, man. I cosign myself, you feel me? You ain't never gonna see me:
"Hey, I'm selling dope!"
"Hey, I shot about thirty people!"
"Hey, I'm in the game and I'm happy about it!"
Fuck that shit, man
[Verse 1]
Pullin' stangz was the neighborhood thing
I went a little farther cause you know I'm from the water
Mirror glorifying, I'm speaking for tomorrow
This is Young Beezy B, I do it with ease
I'm off top like a barber shop, giving them faves
I did it no cover, I take that to the grave
I take a lot of pain; I do a lot of good
Help a lot of humans, I do what I should
Never would've could, I just push through the freeway
A lot of homies on the rock and I ain't talking 'bout [?]
They telling all the homies "die, die with the choppas"
The ones who the hitmans, the ones with no fathers
This is what the mother's cry sounded like
They at the funeral sitting next to killers
With time, they laying low, plotting on the next lick
In the hood, I'm subjected to [?], damn
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